You Won’t Find Me on Benefits Street Songtext
von The Young’uns

One dreary Monday mornin,
A knock came at me door,
A Lancie lad who′s smiling suit,
I'd never seen before.
He said we′re making a TV show,
For people who have nout.
So I gave him tea and biscuits,
Aye'n then, I threw him out

I said,
I may be down,
But I'm not beat.
And you won′t find me on Benefit Street


For me grandad he made iron,
Me father he made steel.
There may be nout for me to make,
But that don′t change how I feel.
For me grandad built this town,
And me father walked these streets.
So if I fall on the pavement,
Why, I'll get back on my feet

Cos I may be down,
But I′m not beat,
And you wont find me on Benefit Street

Me grandad fought the fascists,
And me father fought for a job.
So I'll fight anyone,
Who tries to stigmatise and fob
For me grandad laid these roads,
And me father made these cars.
So if I lie in the gutter,
I′ll be gazing at the stars

Cos I may be down,
But I'm not beat,
And you wont find me on Benefit Street

Cos I may be down,
But I′m not beat,
And you wont find me on Benefit Street